All The World Is Mad Acoustic Chords & Tabs
All The World Is Mad Acoustic Chords
I did my best working out the acoustic radio version he done, any mistakes let me know!
Chord Bank
--Em----Gm7--Am---Abm--Dsus4Cm---Bm----D----Eb---Em(2)
E|-0----3----0----4----0-----3-----2----2----6----0-|
B|-0----3----1----4----3-----4-----3----3----7----8-|
G|-0----3----2----4----2-----5-----4----2----8----9-|
D|-2----3----2----6----0-----5-----4----0----8----9-|
A|-2----5----0----6----0-----3-----2---------6----7-|
E|-0----3---------4-------------------------------0-|
-Verse-
Em
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned
Gm7
We are demons that hide in the mirror
Em
But the blood on our hands
Em Gm7
Paints a picture exceedingly clear
Em
We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed
Gm7
And malevolence deep and profound
Em
We do unspeakable deeds
Em Gm7
Does our wickedness know any bounds
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-Chorus-
Am Abm Em Am Em
Some-thing's gone terribly wrong with everyone
Dsus4 Am
All the world is mad
Cm Bm Em Am Em
Dark-ness brings terrible things the sun is gone
Dsus4 Am Cm Bm Em
What vanity, our sad, wret-ched fires
-Verse-(Same chords Palm muted)
We can't medicate man to perfection again
We can't legislate peace in our hearts
We can't educate sin from our souls
It's been there from the start
Blind lead the blind into bottomless pits
Still we smile and deny
That we're cursed but of all our iniquities
Ignorance may be the worst
-Chorus-
Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone
All the world is mad
Darkness brings terrible things the sun is gone
What vanity, our sad, wretched fires
-Mid-
Em Cm
Em Cm
Oh, what little light we have
Cm Em
It only serves to show
D Am
The snares and seeds of wrath
Eb Em(2)
We have already sewn on every path
-Chorus-
Em(2) Em Am Em
Some-thing's gone terribly wrong with everyone
Dsus4 Am
All the world is mad
Cm Bm Em Am Em
Dark-ness brings terrible things the sun is gone
Dsus4 Am Cm Bm Em
What vanity, our sad, wret-ched fires